Do What the Bad Boy Says

Chapter 4

"Oh! Fuck! Where'd your pants go?" Felix had thrown the door open to wake me up and been thoroughly surprised, but not enough to look away. "Whatever. Get up. Kit wants you upstairs."

I didn't really care that he'd seen me without any pants on. My underwear wasn't very skimpy, so I really didn't have much to be worried about.

"Fine." I grumbled.

I'd slept past the time of my shift. Six missed calls from my boss. Thirteen text messages from him and eight from three of my co-workers. Finally an email titled "Urgent" explaining that I was fired. Dammit!

I yanked my jeans on before putting my bra back on. I pulled the other flannel shirt I'd grabbed yesterday and rugged that on before putting my brown hair into a quick ponytail. I washed my face and put on some concealer to cover the bruise on my jaw from last weekend. I didn't need them going after my dad... again. I was pissed I was fired, but I almost lost my mind when I stabbed myself in the eye with my mascara wand. I put some lipchap on and headed up the stairs.

It smelt like bacon. Theo was cooking and Frankie was dancing to some eighties rock music with a cat I hadn't noticed they had until now. Red was sitting in front of the TV with a coffee and Felix came in through the backdoor. He was sweating and in a pair of athletic shorts and running shoes. I would've been cold if I were him. Where was Kit if he'd wanted me up here so badly?

"You missed a spot by your ear." Frankie said casually, gently setting the cat down. "Right by your jaw bone. I wouldn't bother covering it up. Felix probably already knows."

"Felix probably already knows what?" Kit asked, walking into the kitchen and looking around for him. "Where is he?"

"Shower." Red called over from the couches. "Weirdo runs in the morning."

"Right." Kit nodded. "What does Felix fucking know?"

Frankie rolled his eyes and pointed his thumb at. He told Kit I was the one who'd have to do the talking. Screw that little bugger. I didn't need to talk to Kit about anything. Overgrown and bossy, badass brute. That's all he was. Practically forcing me out of my own home in the middle of the night. Like a kidnapper.

"That you kidnapped me." I deadpanned, playing it cool.

Kit looked at me before looking at Frankie who was avoiding eye contact. He was such a kid. Could barely even keep a damn bruise a secret. I rolled my eyes.

"You're lying. Frankie, what's she talking about?" Kit asked.

"Bruise on her jaw." He shrugged. "Probably from her alky dad."

He put his dishes in the sink, pet the cat, and chugged some orange juice straight out of the jug all while being reprimanded by Theo for calling my father an alcoholic. The waving of the spatula seemed to have no effect as the junior walked out of the room and plunked himself down on the love seat to watch whatever was on the TV. Theo rolled his eyes and scoffed down a piece of toast while working on his eggs.

"Hmm... lying again?" Kit raised his eyebrows at me. "I don't like liars, Rosie."

I couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was that he'd done, but whatever it was, it was very hot. I looked at the table, closing my eyes and internally wishing I was anywhere but here. Why'd this thug wanna start giving a shit about me now anyways? We'd gone and graduated. We didn't need to have anything to do with each other anymore! He could honestly just let me leave and forget about all of this.

I didn't care what he liked or didn't like. I wasn't a liar. I wasn't even lying. I was simply covering a bruise on my jaw. I didn't need him to be worrying about what was going on with my body. It was none of his damn business.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, grabbing the hot bacon off of the fryer and popping it into my mouth. I could eat super hot food because at the diner we didn't have time to wait for our food to cool down. We either ate during our break or we didn't eat. The diner! I'd lost my job because of this prick!

"I got fired because of you." I said, not turning around to talk to him, then I smirked to myself. "I don't like people who get me fired."

Two could play this game.

"Yeah, well somebody knows you were here and had you expelled from your college, so I'd say that's the least of your worries." Kit chuckled before slamming his fist onto the table and standing up. "Who do you talk to there? Give me your phone."

Two could not play this game anymore.

What did he just tell me?!

"What?" I spun around now. "You have got to be fucking joking!"

I flung the piece of bacon that was in my hand at his face. This did not amuse him. He looked at me before Red called into the room and reminded him I was a girl.

"Yeah, one of our girls." He grit. "Don't fucking throw shit in this house. Am I clear?!"

"Nope." I smirked and chucked some eggs at him.

His scowl deepened. I tossed a piece of toast at him like a frisbee before he made his way over to me. He simply placed his thumb onto the side of my jaw and pushed. It stung and A new soreness erupted as he trailed his thumb over my jaw. I tried to push his hand away, but did nothing.

"Asshole!" I hissed. "Stop!"

He did. Then, he threw me over his shoulder and walked into the living room. He sat down on the couch before pulling me onto his lap and pulling my legs across his. He then put his lips up to my ear.

"Behave." He gritted, loud enough for only myself to hear. "Bad girls don't get to have much fun around here."

I wanted to punch him in the face, so bad. However, seeing how he'd reacted to food being flung in his direction, I chose not to.

"You're gonna make her cry." Frankie said, glaring at him. "Stop, Kit."

"Or what?" My tormentor growled at the younger kid who didn't even flinch.

"Or nothing. You're going to make her cry and then you'll feel bad. That's all I'm saying." Frankie rolled his eyes. "You don't always have to be so harsh."

"Watch yourself, boy." Kit warned and Frankie simply nodded out of respect.

The kid hadn't been wrong though. I felt like he and I had a better chance at becoming friends than Kit and I did. Frankie was just a fun kid. Kit was a bit of a complete dickwad. A complete dickwad who was trailing his finger over my legs... why was he doing that?

I swatted his hand away before digging my nails into the exposed skin on his arm.

"I scratch and bite, you know?" I warned him, having enough of his bullshit.

"You'll crawl and beg, too, if you keep this up." He smirked at me, no hint of a joke in what he'd said.